
Jasmine exudes elegance, first and foremost, but is a walking mess. She is unable to let go of the troubled past that brought her wealth, image, and imaginary purpose. Jasmine constantly critiques her sister, and boyfriend Chili (Bobby Cannavale), on how they live their lives, and who she deems they are good enough (or not) to spend their lives with. Told in part-flashback, part-real time, Woody Allen's story exposes how each character is living in denial, in some way. The city, of course, is always a character of its own in his films. "If you can't fall in love in San Francisco, you can't fall in love anywhere," says one San Franciscan to Jasmine. From a lush New York lifestyle - to a squater in Frisco, Jasmine's stable foundation has been ripped from underneath her. Those who are around Jasmine offer their advice and help to no avail - Jasmine will remain blue.
Her impeccable taste hasn't left her, which is what keeps Jasmine away from the reality of her present state. Jasmine continues on aloud, sometimes even to herself, what she believes to be the truth. She's a delusional grand dame... Oh, but it's a beauty to watch Blanchett unravel. She took Woody Allen's character study script, and rocked it's world with champagne breakdowns and frantic, self-absorbed issues. I'd love to see Cate Blanchett be Woody's new Farrow-chameleon. Oscar is knocking.
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